Earth Realm Nine Netherworlds.
Four years had passed, and the tumult of spell battles had gradually subsided.
"Surrender, surrender! How can a long-haired freak, not yet ten thousand years old, have such accomplished Daoist practices."
Little Fatty retracted his Dharma Body and squatted at the city gate with his head in his hands, his fingers twisted and broken, two large bumps on his head like a Dragon growing horns, his right cheek swollen continuously.
For a hundred thousand years, he had spent fifty thousand cultivating the true meaning of the Five Elements and another fifty thousand cultivating the Reincarnation Skill, allowing him to glimpse at the Dao and comprehend the notion of immortality. But the human youth before him was like a pair of fists smeared with heavenly thunder, even capable of seizing the essence of concepts.
No matter his numerous Divine Skills, it all ultimately came down to a contest of pure strength.
